After a long day of work, alongside some extracurricular events, Naruto was exhausted when he got home. Which wasn't too different from how he felt on a regular day of work. He had tried to get better about having a healthier work-life balance but thus far it was proving to be a task easier said than done.

"Hey," he greeted, a tired smile when he saw his wife step into the hallway.

"Welcome home."

She greeted him with a familiar soft smile. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun as she sometimes did before bed. Her body was covered in a purple negligee that stopped at her thigh. To some it might be just standard bedtime wardrobe but Naruto couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over her voluptuous body. The Hokage couldn't help but think that while he was exhausted, maybe he'd have just enough energy for one more activity.

"Are the kids in bed already?" he asked, making small talk.

"Mhm," Hinata stepped towards him. She slid his coat from his shoulders. If she was discontent with him, she never let it show in her tone. Sometimes he wondered if it'd be better if she snapped at him. Showed passion, even if it was in the form of anger. "There's still leftovers if you're hungry."

"That'd be great."

"I'll heat them up."

Hinata pressed a kiss to his cheek sweetly before making her way towards the kitchen. Naruto watched her wide hips sway as she walked down the hallway. Did she even realize how much of a bombshell she was? Despite the workout he had put in today with Ina, he couldn't help but let his mind drifting.

What if he just pined her up against the hallway and had her then and there. When was the last time they had been spontaneous in their passion like that? Naruto could imagine his sweet wife's features turning a bright crimson as she did her best not to cry out. He'd have to cover her mouth so she stayed quiet, but that need for discretion just made it more exciting.

He found himself thinking back to Ina's words. Surely, they applied in his marriage as well? The Hokage shouldn't be involved in a passionless marriage. Or rather, he shouldn't be afraid of injecting passion into it. The question was, how would she react.

"Naruto," a voice broke him from his fantasies, "Are you coming?"

"Y-yeah, coming," Naruto called back.

As he made his way towards the kitchen he wondered if Sakura had reached out to Hinata after she left the office. From what he knew his pink-haired friend had been oblivious to what was happening under the desk. To the lips of her best friend that had been wrapped around his engorged cock. But while Sakura had remained oblivious, Ino had succeeded in planting the seed in Naruto's mind.

As recently as tonight while making his way home Naruto had paused when he saw the light on in her house. From what he remembered Sasuke was still away. What would have happened if he knocked on her door? If he took her in the doorway even. The fantasies that used to stay buried in the deepest corners of his mind were suddenly crawling to the forefront. However, instead of acting on those thoughts and questions, he continued on his way home.

Ino may have planted the seed, but it was clear that it still needed some nurturing before it came to fruition.

"Um, Naruto?"

"Yeah?"

"Your, uh, thing..."

He had been spaced out sitting at the table, not realizing that his wandering thoughts had caused his cock to swell beneath his pants. Now Hinata was standing next to him, plate of food in her hand and her eyes transfixed on her husband's growing bulge. A soft crimson had started to color her cheeks; torn between flattery, arousal, and embarrassment.

It was the sight of that blush that stopped Naruto from ushering some rushed apology. Instead, he eyed Hinata with hunger and opportunity. The fact that he had been with another woman didn't change the fact that his wife was gorgeous. Her round mounds were the envy of every woman in the village. If what Ino said was true, then that had to include Hinata as well.

"Does it bother you?" was his question instead.

"Huh?" Hinata's eyes went large, briefly snapped out of her trance by the directness of her husband's question. "Um...no. Not exactly."

Her gaze drifted back towards the bulge as if transfixed by it. They were hardly celibate as a married couple but it would be a lie to say their marriage hadn't been lacking a certain passion and intimacy over the recent years. Maybe all it took to bring that back was him being clear about what he wanted.

"I'm just surprised is all," Hinata continued unprompted. "You're usually exhausted after a long day of work."

She wasn't wrong but Naruto had a feeling there was more to it than that. He might not be the smartest person in the village, dense certainly described at the worst of times when he was younger especially. But Naruto wasn't blind, nor was he naïve. He knew the fire hadn't been there in their intimate moments. Even if Hinata refused to explicitly state it in that way.

'Even now she's still using her words to protect my pride' Naruto thought to himself. 'She deserves more than what I've given her.'

Noticing her husband had gone quiet, Hinata nervously played with her hands. Had she said too much? "...Naruto?"

A squeal left the buxom beauty as her husband suddenly rose from his seat. The chair fell over, disregarded as Naruto embraced his wife passionately. Ino was right, he didn't have to be humble and reserved. Least of all with Hinata. Like a man possessed he pushed her back until she collided with the counter, gasping softly into his mouth.

As the shock of the sudden action wore off, Hinata's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Her body relaxed into his grasp. It might have been sudden but it was clearly not unwanted. If Hinata was honest with herself, she needed this more than she was willing to admit. Something that was becoming apparent in the way she was responding to this sudden action.

Her thighs parted for him as Naruto lifted her up, seating her atop the counter, her cotton negligee riding up shamelessly. The Hokage was like a man possessed, quickly freeing his erection, the thing that had started this spontaneous moment. Another gasp left Hinata's lips at her husband's brashness. At how he yanked her panties to the side before sliding his cock inside her warm entrance.

"Naruto!" the cry fell from Hinata's lips, unable to restrain herself.

She had no idea what had come over him. Typically, an exhausted Naruto would barely make small talk before heading to bed. Now he was stretching her insides with vigorous thrusts, her eyes rolling back for a moment as the sudden pleasure overwhelmed her. Her fingers tried to find purchase on something, anything. Attempting to grab grasp the counter before eventually clutching at his shirt.

"Ah! Ha ~"

The mews left her, barely containing her volume.

For his part, Naruto was entirely lost in the moment. He could practically hear Ino coaching him in his ear. Fuck her harder. Make her scream. Show her what the Hokage is capable of. Judging by the way her walls were squeezing his length it felt safe to say he was doing just that. Hinata could often be show and reserved despite her body that drew the eyes of men and women alike. But her body had always told him just how she was really feeling.

From her pussy that was dripping with arousal and covering his length with her arousal each time he entered her. Her nipples had hardened, pressing against the cotton fabric of her clothing. At this point it was barely containing her bouncing breast, threatening to spill out of her top each time Naruto jolted her body with a hard thrust.

"Naruto...! Ah...!"

Any further cries of pleasure were muffled as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed its way past her lips and into her waiting mouth, dancing with hers in the kind of embrace they hadn't shared in some time. In her eyes it was like he had become a totally different man. Though, if Ino were to be believed, he had always had this inside of him. It was just a matter of getting him to believe in himself. And, where Ino was concerned, getting him to do it outside of his marriage.

But currently all that was an afterthought, somewhere in the recess of his mind. He was more focused on the pleasure at hand and the feeling of Hinata desperately rocking her hips in an attempt to get more of him.

Muffled moans vibrated against his lips and he could feel Hinata's nails digging into his skin. She was getting close and when he pulled back Naruto could see it in her glossy-eyed gaze, her mouth hung open and moaning openly. With renewed purpose he began filling her with hard thrusts, determined to bring his wife screaming over the edge and finding her orgasm atop their kitchen counter.

Hinata obliged, any attempts at keeping her volume low entirely forgotten as she clenched around her husband. Even her attempts to tell him what was coming were flustered and fumbled.

"N-Naruto...I'm going to...I'm-"

"Let go, Hinata" Naruto grunted, hips slamming against hers as he buried himself deep inside her. "Let go for me."

That command was all it took, the last straw that broke the dam. Hinata's walls clenched around him, her orgasm rocking her body as she rolled her hips into his. With his task accomplished the Hokage wasn't far behind her. His thrust were primal, rutting against her through her own orgasm until he felt a familiar sensation was over him.

"...Naruto...Naruto?"

Blonde head jolted up at the feeling of a hand shaking him. "W-what?"

It took him a second to assess the situation. They were still at the counter; he was still inside of Hinata in fact, now coated in their combined juices. Had he...blacked out? Shit. That was new.

"Uh...sorry" he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Hinata let out a airy laugh, hand stroking his cheek. "I guess we should get cleaned up, huh?"

A light blush colored Hinata's cheeks as she nodded. Leaning forward she pressed a soft kiss to her husband's lips, "Thank you for that, Naruto."

"A-anytime!"